Whilst in St. Ives, one of the most special things about our little Beachspoke cottage was it’s proximity to the sea. Tinged with turquoise even on the cloudiest of days, the water looked positively tropical from the moment we pulled in from St. Erths to the time we spent on the sand before checking out. Being woken up every morning with an alarm of nattering ‘gulls, it was never hard to forget we weren’t in London anymore, but having the Porthmeor coastline approximately two minutes from our door was better than any hotel or bed and breakfast we could have asked for.
After a rainy second day in the town and tackling the Tate and a heap of unanswered emails, we spent our last morning lapping up the water and enjoying the sun as it burned through the last of the rainclouds next to the shore. It felt a little bit magical arriving in the midst of a moody morning and leaving with the sea glittering- but we couldn’t have asked for a fonder farewell from one of our new favourite places- before heading on to our next destination.